Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 08

Whatever ones response to this odd juxtaposition of the frailty of age with the bounty of youth, one could not but admire the skill which the tailor brought to his task. Using a marker, he traced circles on the cups, following the outer edge of Mei-Lien's aereolae which were covered by but nonetheless tantalizingly visible through gauzy material. I had assumed that he would remove the bra once he had made his trace, but I was wrong. Instead, he put the marker back into his pocket and withdrew one of those blades that are used by sculptors to make precise incisions in clay. Holding the blade in his fingers, he placed its point on one of circles he had just drawn and carefully drew it along the curve, applying just enough pressure to cut the material without cutting the flesh beneath. I could see Mei-Lien's understandable fear written on her face while she watched the man whom she had offended wield the blade, but she made no attempt to move her breast out of harms way and stood stock still while she watched the tailor perform his delicate operation. His work was so precise that it was not until Camille brushed aside the cloth disks which he had cut that Mei-Lien's nipples appeared through the circular windows that he had created. The tailor looked quite startled by the dark pink stalks that he had released and were now staring him straight the face, but he did not step down from the dais until Camille took the bra off Mei-Lien and handed it to him, at which point he tucked it under his arm and left the room without having spoken a word during his entire visit.

Wearing nothing but her panties, Mei-Lien was once again left standing on the dais under the spotlights. The heat from the spotlights combined with her growing excitement had produced a thin layer of moisture which glowed on the surface of her skin. Having no way to relieve her pent-up sexual desires and anticipating that further frustration lay ahead, she was having great difficulty maintaining the poise which she knew was expected of her. Thus, she was grateful to have Camille distract her by initiating the next stage in her program to improve her appearance. Armed with a tape, Camille began by measuring Mei-Lien's midriff. Her first measurement was taken just below her breasts and was followed by measurements which descended down her torso in two inch steps all the way to the place where her upper thighs bulged out at the tops of her legs. When she reached Mei-Lien's hips, Camille dropped to her knees and pressed one end of the tape directly Mei-Lien's mons and used it as a pivot while she made three symmetrically placed measurements the distance be Mei-Lien's crotch and waist. These measurements were followed by detailed measurements from the rear of Mei-Liens buttock and finally one measurement with the tape running along the the channel connecting Mei-Lien's coccyx in back to the apex of her pelvis in the front. As before, the data was recorded by her assistant who stood patiently by the side of the dais with her pen and ledger, and, as before, the intimacy of Camille's activity caused Mei-Lien to blush.

Stepping down from the dais, Camille examined the ledger with knitted brow before issuing her verdict.

''It will come as no news to you that she does not have an hourglass figure. Further, although her abdominal muscles are well toned, I doubt if there is any corset which would give her one: her frame is too compact and her hips are too narrow for her to have anything approaching a wasp waist. On the other hand, she has a deliciously rounded belly which could be molded in various ways by a corset. Depending on your tastes, you could choose to either minimize or exaggerate her tummy. Minimization could be accomplished by a corset which has a hard panel that would press against her belly and force her to keep it flat. To exaggerate it, I would start by cinching her midriff with a corset which extended from just below her breasts to her waist, leaving her tummy bare. With her waist nipped in, her belly would swell out below, creating a pleasing concave contour under anything she was wearing. Whatever you choose to do with her belly, I strongly recommend that you do something with her buttock. Asian women have a compact buttock. Aside from artificial padding, which I assume you do not want to employ, one can enhance the shape and prominence of a woman's buttock with a strategically placed strap. The most effective method is to attach a strap, secured by D-rings sewn into the lower edge of the corset, which runs between her legs and bisects the cheeks of her buttock, spreading them apart. Properly designed, such a strap can be a source of pleasure for its wearer since, when correctly fitted, it spreads not only the buttock but also the labia. In fact, the stimulation of these erogenous zones can be increased by installing beads or other protuberances along the strap so that they press against the clitoris and, if desired, the anus or other sensitive spots as well.''

All the time she was explaining the options available for altering Mei-Lien's figure, Camille's hands roved over the figure under consideration. While praising the contour of Mei-Lien's belly, she ran her hands along its pantie clad surface. When she described the panel with which that rounded belly could be flattened, she braced Mei-Lien with one hand on her lower back and pressed her other hand hard against the tummy whose contours would be tamed. Finally, while describing the strap that would spread the cheeks of Mei-Lien's buttock apart, Camille traced the path it would follow, running a finger along its route all the way from start to finish. I could see Mei-Lien shudder as she felt Camille's finger probe first the crevice in her buttock and then the one between her labia.

Like a waitress who has just described the dishes available in a restaurant, Camille waited for me to choose what I wanted. Because I had always considered the roundness of Mei-Lien's tummy to one of her greatest physical assets, I had no trouble reaching my decision and expressed my strong preference for enhancing rather than diminishing that roundness, a preference which Camille seemed to share and approve. As for the crotch strap, I admitted that I no experience with such a device but was interested in learning if it was effective in either of the ways she had advertised. As soon as I had made my wishes known, Camille dispatched her trusty assistant to bring the items requested and asked whether I wanted another round of refreshments. I might have accepted had I not been distracted by the reappearance of the tailor carrying the specially modified bra on which he had been working. Instead of disappearing after handing it to Camille, he remained standing in front of Mei-Lien. He might still disapprove of her exposed breasts, but his professional pride made him intent on seeing how her nipples would look under the bra he had crafted. Taking the bra, Camille positioned it over Mei-Lien's waiting breasts and reached under her arms to fasten it behind. She then took a step back to get a better view.

During its absence, the bra had acquired an additional accessories. Around the rim of each hole there was now a pocket through which a circular ring of hard material had been threaded. Besides guaranteeing that the material next to the holes would not tear, these rings were cleverly designed so that they would exert a steady pressure on the boundary between the flesh contained under what remained of the cups and the flesh which extruded through the holes which had been cut. Not entirely satisfied with their initial position, Camille grabbed Mei-Lien's nipples and manipulated them until they were symmetrically placed within the holes and the periphery of her aereolae lay under the unyielding material lining the edge of the holes. When Camille moved aside, I could appreciate how cleverly designed the bra was: without altering the natural shape of Mei-Lien's breasts, it focused attention on her nipples which it prevented from retreating and gave no alternative but to accept their mandatory celebrity.

Having learned that his creation was performing as intended, the tailor left the room at the same moment as Camille's assistant returned with the waist cinching corset and crotch strap. Both items were more complicated than I had anticipated. At first I thought that corset was entirely suede, but when Camille held it up I realized that it consisted of two layers, the outer one made of suede and the inner one of a satiny liner. According to Camille, suede is the ideal material out of which to construct a corset: it is strong enough to assert the required control and at the same pliant enough to mold rather than crush the flesh under its control. However, it has the disadvantage that it loses its pliancy when exposed to moisture and therefore must be kept away from the sweat which a tightly cinched torso will inevitably produces. For this reason, it is necessary to line the inside of the corset with a material which will protect the suede from direct contact with the body it is encasing. In addition, the existence of two layers makes it possible to discreetly embed the corset stays so that their presence is apparent only to the person whose figure they are shaping.

Before putting the corset on Mei-Lien, Camille signalled her assistant to flick a switch that was on the wall next to the door. The switch activated a panel which opened in the ceiling directly above the dais, and from this panel appeared a two foot bar which was held horizontal by thin cables attached to its ends. When the bar was a foot or so above Mei-Lien's head, her assistant halted its descent, at which point Camille instructed the bewildered Mei-Lien to grasp the bar with both her hands. In order to comply, she had to lift her heels off the floor, and when Camille's assistant flicked the switch again to make the bar rise a few inches, Mei-Lien was forced to stand on the tips of her toes.

''As you see, making her hang onto the bar elongates her torso and draws in her waist. After I have cinched her inside the corset and allow her to release the bar, the corset will prevent her rib cage and waist from re-expanding. As a result, her stomach will be forced into the region below her waist where, even if she attempts to hold it flat, it will protrude in a pleasingly voluptuous shape, not unlike the tummy of a woman in the early stages of pregnancy. I think that you will appreciate and enjoy the contrast between the soft contours of her breasts and lower belly and the rigorously disciplined band separating those two unconstrained portions of her anatomy.''

While she was explaining the virtues of having Mei-Lien suspended from the bar, Camille began wrapping the corset around Mei-Lien and drawing on the sturdy laces which would determine its circumference. The elongation of Mei-Lien's torso and the concomitant diminution of her diameter meant that, without too much tugging on the laces, Camille could quickly affect the desired reduction of her waist. In fact, Mei-Lien had been grasping the bar for only a couple minutes when Camille allowed her to let it go. It was not until she released the bar and once again was standing on her feet that Mei-Lien realized how much compression the corset would impose on her body. Initially, because the corset compressed her ribcage, she had trouble breathing until she learned to take frequent, short breaths and to provide room for the air she drew in by allowing her diaphragm to press against her stomach. When she knew that she was no longer in danger of suffocation, Mei-Lien lowered her head so that she could study the alterations of her figure wrought by the corset, and what she saw was a dramatic landscape of rolling hills and valleys formed out of succulent female flesh. With her ribcage bound, her breasts appeared to be fuller and seemed to be defying anyone who looked at them not to appreciate the turgid nipples with which they were crowned. Looking past her breasts and her tightly girdled waist, she encountered her burgeoning lower belly and watched in wonder as it swelled and contracted with each breath that she took.

Camille gave Mei-Lien barely enough time to acquaint herself with her transformed figure before introducing her to the intriguing accessory which would cause her the greatest embarrassment and, potentially, the greatest carnal pleasure. Standing behind Mei-Lien and positioning her so that I would have a full frontal view, Camille hooked her thumbs into the elastic band at the top of Mei-Lien's panties, which she then lowered and had Mei-Lien step out of. Heretofore, she had successfully overcome her urge to protest her denuding, but, when Camille revealed her pubis, Mei-Lien's her sense of propriety was sufficiently offended that she instinctively cupped her hands over her crotch in a belated attempt to preserve her modesty. Amused by what, under the circumstances, was a rather ridiculous act of prudery, Camille gently grasped Mei-Lien's wrists and pulled her hands to the side. Camille then borrowed her own hands through the tunnel beneath Mei-Lien's vulva and used them to prise open Mei-Lien's tightly clenched thighs, leaving her standing with her feet spread about a yard apart and her nether regions without protection.

Coming in front of Mei-Lien, Camille had her assistant hand her the crotch strap and held it up for me and Mei-Lien to examine. This was no ordinary strap. Indeed, it was not really a strap at all but instead consisted of laminated layers of leather which had been molded into a rigid curve which, when suspended as it was from one end, resembled a meat hook whose shaft had been cut so that its inner side was rounded and its outer side was flat. After showing us the device whose function she had described earlier, Camille went to Mei-Lien's rear, had her assistant approach the dais from the front, and told Mei-Lien to squat between them. Lowering herself to her knees, Camille first attached one end of the device to a sturdy D-ring at the bottom edge of the waist cincher and then guided it into the valley, made readily accessible by her squatting position, between the cheeks of Mei-Lien's buttock. After making sure that it pressed against at the valley floor, Camille passed the other end to her assistant through the channel between Mei-Lien's legs. Apparently familiar with the routine, her assistant leaned forward and gently opened the purse of Mei-Lien's vulva so that the shaft would lie directly against Mei-Lien's clitoris and her labia would be kept spread by the intruder separating them. Maintaining steady tension while she did so, Camille's assistant leaned back and secured the device in place by attaching it, via a flat elastic belt, to a D-ring set in the front of the waist cincher.

Once Mei-Lien's crotch strap was installed, Camille asked her to stand up and came around to her front to inspect its placement. Like a craftsman putting the final touches on a creation, Camille adjusted the position of the elastic belt so that it would run along the crease in Mei-Lien's rounded tummy made by her well toned abdominal muscles, starting at the apex of her pelvis and ending in the deep hollow of her navel. At last satisfied, Camille stepped aside to exhibit her composition. Placing her hand on Mei-Lien's shoulder caps, she slowly turned Mei-Lien standing form so that I could see how the recently added accessory enhanced the contours which Camille had deemed inadequate. As she had promised, Mei-Lien's normally compact buttock now had a sumptuous shape which could rival that of any well-endowed woman from Europe. Of course, exposed as it was, the artifice responsible for its new shape detracted from the aesthetic effect. On the other hand, there was something undeniably erotic about the sight of a woman whose buttock was being artificially spread for the sole purpose of achieving an ideal for which nature had not designed hers, especially when knew the conflicting emotions which her simultaneous embarrassment and excitement were causing that woman.

All this happened so quickly and was done with such expertise that Mei-Lien hardly had time to comprehend, much less object, to what was being done to her. She was acutely aware that her modesty had been severely compromised and that the most intimate portions of her anatomy had been, and continued to be, invaded. However, because Camille and her assistant appeared to attach no erotic significance to their violation of her privacy, she could not accuse them of taking unfair advantage of her for their own sexual pleasure: if neither she or I had been present, the entire exercise would have been as devoid of prurient overtones as the preparations in the dressing room at a fashion show. Thus, she had no choice but to recognize that the only people at whom she could be justifiably angry were me and herself. But, considering that she had agreed to participate of her own free will and that no harm had come to her as a consequence, she realized that it was foolish to dwell on feelings of anger and that she should concentrate on the very real pleasure she was deriving. In fact, as she told me later, her only regret was that the presence of Camille and her assistant inhibited her from giving more explicit expression of the sexual excitement which the girdle around her waist combined with the strap embedded in her crotch were causing her.

Having completed her job, Camille asked whether I was satisfied with the items which she had shown me and whether I would be interested in seeing any other lingerie. Feeling that Mei-Lien had already gained the insights which I had hoped this experience would provide and fearing that I already owed Camille a large sum for her services, I said that I was pleased and that I felt that the items which we had tried would be sufficient. Nodding that she understood, Camille told her assistant to prepare the bill and asked me how I wanted Mei-Lien dressed on the way home.

''On the one hand, the beautiful gown in which she arrived will mask the effect which we have been working to produce. On the other hand, it might be best for her to get accustomed to having her waist bound and to learn how to accommodate the strap which is keeping her spread. It takes a while for a woman to learn how to move gracefully while her body is being constrained, but in time she does and many women come to actually enjoy the having restrictions imposed on their bodies. Thus, I would suggest that she remain bound and that, when you get home, you choose a garment under which her body will be better displayed when bound. For example, I think that she will look lovely under a light summer dress through which her nipples and augmented curves are visible.''

After getting a nod of agreement from Mei-Lien, I settled our substantial bill and hailed a taxi to take us back to my apartment. Needless to say, when we were back inside, I was torn between my desire to feast my eyes on Mei-Lien's transformed shape and our mutual desire to relieve the sexual tension for which its transformation was responsible. In the end, I did both.